Overhead, the snow was blowing and getting bigger, and under the feet was a muddy road that was one foot deep and one foot shallow, making it more and more difficult to walk. Zi Chuanxiu couldn't stop sighing: I really fell into the frieze. After a long journey of six days, seeing that the distance was less than twenty kilometers, his mount broke his forefoot in the ice hole on the road, and lost a good horse, not to mention that the fall was really painful, and he walked out of the road for five or six miles, and his buttocks were still aching.

He raised his head and looked from under the brim of his hat in the wind and snow, the sky and the earth were full of white and blue, and the bright red rì head hung on the western horizon, and the sky was already close to dusk. I can't get to dìdū today, the snow is so heavy, and the road is even more difficult to walk after dark, so I have to find a place to spend the night tonight. Seeing that there seemed to be a lonely house in the jungle in front of the road, he was shocked: the place to spend the night has fallen!

But when he got closer, he was disappointed again. The room was in tatters, with the door panel hidden, and when it was pushed, it opened, and it was clearly deserted.

"Is there anyone?" Shikawa shouted a few times, but no one responded. He walked in, and a slight smell came to his nose, the faint sunlight outside the door shone obliquely, and the room was full of garbage, which the owner of the house had obviously abandoned long ago. It seems that Yiqiē is only on his own.

Camping in the wild is not a difficult thing at all for Zichuan Xiu, who is used to military life. He lit the fire and looked at the contents of the room, which were filthy and tattered, and none of them were of use. Zi Chuanxiu swept away a clean place to settle down, brought back a pile of firewood from the forest outside the house, searched the kitchen in the room, and found an iron teapot without a handle. He wiped the dirt off the inside with snow, and found that it wasn't very dirty. This made him very excited, fastened the door to block the wind and snow, swept away the mess on the floor, set up a simple stove, put the teapot on it, went outside to find a handful of snow on the ground and put it in the teapot, and lit the firewood with a fire fold. Most of the branches were soaked with snow, and it took a long time to get the firewood lit.

Looking at the jumping flames, Zi Chuanxiu let out a long sigh of satisfaction, spread out the marching blanket he was carrying and made a quilt next to the fire, and stretched out his long legs comfortably to lie down. Outside the window, the sky was already dark, the snow was falling heavier, and the bitter cold wind was chilling, but the inside of the house was warm. After a tiring day, he could finally rest, and the only thing he had to do now was to lie down and wait for the water to boil, drink tea, and eat dry food.

Looking out of the swarthy window, Zi Chuanxiu was in a trance. The barren mountains and wilderness, the barren and dilapidated huts, the glittering red anointing fire, and the dry food that is too rough to swallow. How many nights like this have I spent in my short career of less than twenty-two? I can't even remember it. Since childhood, he has been spending time in the army. When children of the same age were still enjoying the love of their parents, they had already picked up their sabers and slashed on the battlefield, and the enemies they couldn't kill, the Liufeng family, the demons, and the rebels. From the Western Front to the Far East, he has traveled all over the family territory, and has seen many landscapes and miracles that ordinary people cannot imagine, but he lacks a home that ordinary people can have.

Zi Chuanxiu sighed softly, the corners of his eyes were already moist. I am a homeless person. No relatives, no worries. His career in the Far East has been firmly established, and in front of others, he is a majestic king of light, a hero who commands the storm, and follows hundreds of thousands of his subordinates, but when he is alone in the middle of the night, no one can solve the loneliness and loneliness. He suddenly remembered that after so many years, the only thing that made him feel at home was in the period of less than a year spent in Zi Chuanning's house.

It has been two years since they were separated, has Zi Chuanning changed? After learning the news of her treason, is she very sad? Will she believe it? Zi Chuanxiu didn't dare to think about it. In the rìzi abandoned by the motherland, Zi Chuan Ning is his only jīng god sustenance.

While he was thinking wildly, the water gurgled and boiled. He got up, made a pot of tea with the marching pot and tea leaves he carried with him, and then put the dry food into the pot, and watched the dried meat and millet churning in the boiling water, his stomach growled with hunger, but his heart was joyful.

Suddenly, he stopped: the sound of the wind and snow outside was mixed with some strange sound, the crisp crack of something stepping on a dead branch. For a moment, he thought he had misheard: how could anyone come to this deserted hut in such a snowstorm that even wild beasts would not come out to feed?

Zi Chuanxiu's reaction was as fast as electricity, and in an instant, the "Moon Washing" knife resting on the edge of the blanket had already reached his hand.

The tip of the scabbard deftly lifted forward, just as the teapot resting on the fire was lifted to the ground, and the movement was swift and steady, and the teapot was full of soup without even a drop of spilling. He was about to extinguish the fire, when he suddenly stopped his movements and smiled dumbly: he was too nervous! This time he secretly returned from the Far East, from the province of Turin under the Guqi Mountains to Dìdū, and he did not show a trace all the way, and the Zichuan family did not know that he had returned, let alone anyone to hunt him down. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: No way, as the most wanted criminal in the history of the Zichuan family, he has to be cautious and step by step.

He put the teapot back on the fire, hid the knife in the wind and snow, and as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a gust of wind mixed with snow, which made Zi Chuanxiu unable to open his eyes.

The snow seemed to be heavier, and the wind was faintly mixed with the woman's mournful cry for help: "Help!", Zi Chuanxiu rolled his eyes, and found a black spot on the vast road outside the forest that was gradually getting bigger, and someone was coming this way. Although the distance between the two sides is still very far, with Zi Chuanxiu's eyesight, it can already be seen that a group of men are chasing an escaping woman, chasing and fleeing, and the two sides are coming in their own direction, about to enter the forest.

Knowing that the matter had nothing to do with him, Shikawa Xiu was curious, and instead swept over to them. His movements were swift but did not make the slightest sound, and as he advanced, he hid his figure by the trees, as quiet and eerie as a cat, and the sky was already dark, and neither of the two men who were chasing and fleeing noticed that anyone was approaching. Shikawa hides behind a tree and watches them run past the front. The group of men were all sturdy and murderous, even in the midst of rapid running, their breathing did not seem to be short, and their martial arts would not be very bad. Why did the laborers come to hunt down a woman?

The woman who was being chased had already jumped into his arms, her knee slamming into his lower abdomen. This collision carried the momentum of Zichuan Xiu's rush, the force was not strong, and the collision hit the fragile part of the human body, and the tall killer immediately fell to the ground, shrunk into a ball as if in a ball, and kept vomiting bile in his mouth.

The wind sounded in his ears, and Zi Chuanxiu heard the wind and immediately knew that there were people attacking at the same time. The reaction of the two killers was also fast, Zichuan Xiu just cleaned up one and they attacked immediately, with a strange cry of "yaa" in his mouth, and the big knife of the black sè fell with a sharp wind, which seemed to be sharp, but in the eyes of a great expert with a knife like Zichuan Xiu, their movements were as slow as a turtle robbing a snail, and there were flaws everywhere.

Zi Chuanxiu suddenly turned to one side, drawing a mysterious semicircle in the air with both hands, pulling and leading, I don't know what technique he used, "Ah, ah" Two screams sounded, and blood splashed. The two killers were obviously slashing at him with all their might, but the knife inexplicably changed direction in mid-air, but it was his companion who slashed! Before the two of them fell, Zi Chuanxiu suddenly fell backwards, and one elbow hit the killer behind him fiercely in the ribs, and the crisp cracking sound of the bones could be heard clearly in the silent night, making the roots of people's teeth soft. The killer who tried to sneak up from behind fainted without saying a word.

The strength of the two sides is really too far apart, and the strength of this group of killers is at most better than that of ordinary demon soldiers, and it does not pose any threat to Zichuan Xiu, who has been born and died countless times. To deal with them, he didn't even pull out a knife, and easily solved four of them with his bare hands. He clapped his hands and looked at the killers with a smile, meaning very clearly: You are not my opponent, don't send you to death needlessly.

The killers scattered away from him in fright.

Black Tiger, the boss of the Black Tiger Gang, pulled out his sword, but he didn't dare to step forward and slash, and his face was uncertain: the opponent's martial arts were very strange. His strength is not very big, the key is speed, forward and backward, moving and flying, every change is impossible to grasp. Now four of his own side have fallen, but looking at the other party's relaxed appearance, he has not used his real strength at all. Black Tiger understood: this time he had met a real master. This time thirteen people came out, three of them died under the hidden weapon, and now four more fell with one blow and have lost their combat effectiveness, and the remaining six people are not opponents of the other party in any case. If it were in normal times, he would have ordered a retreat a long time ago. It's just that this time it's too big, and if the matter leaks, even if I run to the ends of the earth, I won't have a way to live.

He shouted, "May I ask you which way you are on, and why do you want to be strong?"

Shikawa Xiu chuckled. He himself doesn't know anything about these cuts, but there are many heroes from the three mountains and five mountains in the Xiuzi camp, and after mixing with them for a long time, Zichuan Xiu has also learned a little, and he also understands that the other party is asking about his identity and why he came out to meddle in things.

He smiled: "You don't care who I am. It's just that so many of you are bullying a woman, I can't see it. ”

The black tiger looked at him carefully, and said a few times "good, good, good" and hugged his fist: "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, we are not opponents!

Shikawa Xiu nodded.

The black tiger boss clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Excellency, you will meet in the rivers and lakes after the rì, and there will be a reward!" He turned around and shouted, "Brothers, we—"

At the same time, a female voice screamed, "Be careful!"

"-Kill!" At the last word, the black tiger suddenly raised his voice, and his voice almost turned into a scream. He turned around suddenly, and the whole person pounced like a leopard, and swung his knife straight to Zichuan Xiu's door, the knife was fast and ruthless, and as soon as the word "kill" came out, the blade glowing with blue light had already arrived in front of Zi Chuanxiu, and the wind was amazing.

Zi Chuanxiu saw that the black tiger said so many scenes, and he was indeed a little contemptuous of these second- and third-rate characters in his heart, and he was also relaxed. Unexpectedly, the black tiger suddenly pounced close and sneaked attack, just at that moment, Zi Chuanxiu rolled on the spot with a grass donkey, and the wolf dodged the knife, the long knife with a sharp wind swept past his ears in a thrilling way, and a few severed hairs blew up with the wind, and the cold wind of the blade blew Zi Chuanxiu's skin painfully.

He rolled on the spot in disbelief, and before he could get up. The black tiger knew that at this moment, it was either you dead or I lived, and he must not let Zichuan Xiu breathe down, so he pounced and slashed a second time. Zi Chuanxiu was lying on the ground, unable to dodge at all, the blue sword light in front of him had already occupied his entire field of vision, and there was only one thought in his mind: It's over! He subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the unavoidable ending.

There was a crisp sound, and the knife was not cut down for a long time. I only heard the black tiger scream for a long time: "Ahhh

Zi Chuanxiu knew that something had changed, opened his eyes and got up, only to see the remaining killers running out in a hurry, and even the few people who were injured by himself were running away. The Black Tiger Boss lay on his back a few steps away from him, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Zi Chuanxiu approached vigilantly, only to find that there was only a blood hole left in the right eye on his face, black blood kept flowing out from this hole, his mouth was wide open, the intact left eye bulged out, his face was covered with a black gas, and the muscles on his face were twisted, looking very hideous.

Hidden weapon! Zi Chuanxiu immediately understood that someone had saved himself by hitting the black tiger in the right eye with a highly poisonous hidden weapon! Remembering that moment just now, he still had palpitations, and his sweat was soaked and his clothes were too dangerous! At that moment, his own career, ideals, and the liberation of tens of millions of people in the Far East almost came to naught. If he dies under the sneak attack of this third-rate bandit, the demons will laugh off their big teeth.

He turned to the woman leaning against the door, gestured, and entered the hut. The woman followed behind.

Zichuan Xiu said loudly: "This lady, I can't repay the life-saving kindness, dare to ask your name?"

The woman bowed and returned the salute gracefully: "You are too polite, my surname is Lin, and my name is Yu." I should thank you for saving your life, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been spared their murder today. You are strong in martial arts, and it would have been effortless to clean up these thieves, but you are too merciful to prevent those villains from being cunning. ”

The woman's tone was gentle and gentle, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Zi Chuanxiu really couldn't believe that there were four big men outside who died under her vicious secret weapon without a trace. The woman understood the man's psychology very well, and a few words of gratitude made Zi Chuanxiu feel happy to hear it, but the next sentence almost made him fall to the ground: "Uncle, may I ask your name?"

Zi Chuan Xiu laughed and touched his chin that had grown black beard and scum, and didn't correct the other party, but said, "Close the door quickly." "The cold wind outside mixed with the flying snow kept rolling in, making the temperature in the house drop a lot.

(Zi Chuanxiu complained bitterly in his heart: "Uncle?" The hero's dream of saving the beauty was shattered, and he had no more singing.) ）

Lin Yu said, "Thank you", turned around and closed the door. She found a place to sit next to the fire. I don't know if it was unintentional or from the woman's heavenly xìng's jǐng Jue, she chose to sit opposite Zichuan Xiu, and there was a fire just across from Zichuan Xiu. Neither spoke. Lin Yu's windbreaker had a white layer of snow on it, and when he entered the warm room and was roasted by the fire, the melted snow splashed on the ground drop by drop, making a "tick-tock" sound.

Zi Chuanxiu couldn't help but say, "Take off your coat quickly, otherwise the snow will soak into your clothes and you will get sick." ”

Lin Liang let out an "ah", as if he knew for the first time that there was such a thing. Zi Chuanxiu guessed that her identity might be the daughter of a wealthy family, otherwise how could she not even understand such basic common sense. But how could the daughter of the daughter of the family use such a vicious secret weapon?

She hesitated, but still took off the trench coat and hood that were covering the outside according to Zichuan Xiu's words.

The whole room seemed to light up all at once. Zichuan Xiu was stunned: there is such a beautiful woman in the world!

White jade-like melon seed face, light eyebrows, long eyelashes, tall nose, perfect contour lines. The more Zichuan Xiu looks at it, the more beautiful it feels, and the more she looks at it, the more charming it becomes. He paid particular attention to her eyes, which were hazy like a mist shrouded in smoke, as if they were hiding infinite thoughts in them.

Seeing her, Zichuan Xiu understood what it meant to be captivating to the city and the country, and what was a disaster for a red face. There are not a few beauties I have seen, like the heroic Bai Chuan, the outstanding deputy commander Lin Bing, the noble and elegant Princess Cardin, the pretty Lin Xiujia, and his sweetheart Zi Chuanning are also rare and unique. But if you compare it with the woman in front of you, they all compare. The woman in front of her is not only naturally beautiful, but she also has a unique, incomprehensible hazy temperament, very feminine charm, like a rose that has just opened and has morning dewdrops, exuding an alluring fragrance. She has both the appearance of an eighteen-year-old girl and the charm of a mature woman, compared to Lin Bing, the deputy commander, is too mature, and Zi Chuanning is just a little girl who has not dried up.

Shikawa thought that if she walked out onto the street, it might cause a road blockage. Such a beauty can make those hot-blooded lads willingly jump down from the walls of the dìdū for her. However, Zichuan Xiu has long passed that kind of blood-boiling era. He concluded: "It's beautiful." But it's just pretty. For this beautiful woman, he only admired it with an appreciative eye, admiring the magic of creation, just like marveling at the emotion of the desert, or the splendor of the meteor skimming the night sky, and there was not a trace of ripples in his heart.

He himself wondered how he could be so indifferent. Is it that love at first sight is no longer fashionable in the times, or is it no longer the age of love at first sight?

Lin Yu put his mind at ease. This man is different. He has a high degree of self-control. At the moment when he saw his appearance at first glance, like other men, there was confusion and admiration in his eyes, but just for a moment, his eyes immediately cleared, and the whole person was very calm - it was not the kind of fake Taoism that pretended to be indifferent to his face and peeked at himself when he was not paying attention, he could really look at himself naturally.

She secretly rejoiced: it seems that tonight's safety should be fine. She took the initiative to ask, "Uncle, what is your name?

Zichuan Xiu was about to say, "No," but then changed his mind and said, "My name is Zhang Asan, I am a homeless man, and I live here." ”

The woman looked around at the tattered things and dirty walls around her, and she looked horrified, she couldn't believe that anyone could live in such a dirty, humble place. Shikawa Xiu also thought this was unbelievable, and said, "This hut is for me to live in temporarily, because I haven't been here for a long time, and it's a little dirty." ”

Zi Chuanxiu was secretly guessing the identity of the person opposite, this girl had a beautiful appearance and a noble temperament, she should be the lady of a wealthy businessman or a high-ranking official, but the strange thing was that he could feel the vicissitudes of life that Miss Deep Boudoir should not have from the other party. Curiosity almost swallowed him, but he still held back himself: no matter how beautiful and beautiful she is, it doesn't matter to me, serious things matter, Bai Chuan and they are still waiting for me to find food and go back to the pot!

The food in the pot boiled "purring", and Shikawa Shu took the teapot away from the fire and lifted the lid. He took out a small bowl and spoon from his bag, poured a millet porridge out of it, and handed it to the woman opposite. The woman shook her head and whispered thank you, but did not take the bowl. Shikawa Xiu hesitated for a moment, but still put the bowl in front of her. He picked up the still hot teapot himself, and gulped down the porridge while blowing the hot air, and he felt that the bright eyes on the other side kept burning him, making him feel very uncomfortable. Stripped off his share three times and twice, and saw that the woman didn't even touch the small bowl in front of her, Zi Chuanxiu felt a lot of regret. But at this time, he was embarrassed to say, "If you don't eat it, give it back to me." I had to endure the feeling of hunger, and cleaned a place for myself in the corner to get ready for bed. He handed the marching blanket to the other party, and before the woman could excuse himself, he threw the blanket at her, and said, "I'll show you the stove, remember to put the wood in." He lay down with a swagger, stretched, and in a moment he let out a slight snoring and fell asleep.

The woman laughed dumbly. I've never seen such an interesting person, acting like a child. But fortunately, he is still a gentleman, and he didn't instigate Luo Luo to ask him non-stop, and he didn't even say a word. It was the first time that a man had been so indifferent to herself, and this made her feel good and curious about him.

Outside the window, the cold wind was terrible, and the wind poured in through the gaps in the door panels, making the clothes hanging on the wall rustle, and the flames shook uneasily, and the dead branches in the fire burned, making a soft "pop" sound. Zi Chuanxiu, who was asleep on his back, half of his face was red, and he slept very peacefully, with a quiet expression.

Lin Yu stared at Zi Chuanxiu, and she carefully studied Zi Chuanxiu's appearance. With jet-black hair, a handsome appearance, and a thick black beard on his lips and chin, she suddenly realized that it was this beard that made her judge him as an "uncle", in fact, if you look closely, this person is still a young man.

It was rude, she thought, and she would apologize to him when he woke up. But this person is so strange that people can't figure it out. As soon as she entered, she found that this person had been trying hard to hide his identity, but he still showed flaws everywhere. His clothes were dirty, dusty, and inconspicuous, but in the eyes of connoisseurs he saw that the material of the garment was very expensive fur, and the whole garment was very expensive; his skin was very fair, and his fingers were slender and nimble, which was not at all the hand of a pair of tramps, but like a nobleman or an artist; and secondly, the stove he had built was simple and practical, and a few sticks of wood could hold the teapot firmly, which not everyone could do, and only the most experienced veterans of the army could. His straight figure is the result of long-term training, the kind of masculine and tough temperament that is revealed in his demeanor intentionally or unintentionally, his sharp gaze, the sheathed knife is habitually placed in the most convenient place on the right hand, and his skills, which are not ordinary Jianghu people's skills, of course, it is impossible to rely on hunting to train skills.

She recalled his actions when he was fighting just now, there were no tricks, the movements were simple and direct and effective, there was not even a little superfluous action, and one blow could make the enemy completely lose combat effectiveness.

To be sure, the man had had received long, rigorous military training and was financially sound. Where is such a person going on this snowy night?

Lin Yu suddenly became interested in him: what kind of identity is he? Robber? No, there is no trace of evil in his eyes, not like that kind of arrogant outlaw. And his experience in the rivers and lakes is too poor, and his heart is too soft, so easy to be attacked by others, if he walks the rivers and lakes, he will be killed in less than three days. Officers of the Zichuan family? But why didn't he have an entourage and a troop of chariots and horses? If he was an officer, he was too young, he was a big child, but there was a weathered feeling and a peculiar charm in his brows. He was in a dejected manner, hiding in a hut, but his manners and responses were so natural that he gave people a sense of peace, which was the natural nature of the children of aristocratic families. He also knows etiquette very well, if it is an ordinary man, it is rare to save a beautiful woman, so he would have come up and ask endlessly: "Miss, your surname is Fang, where is the person? Where is your home address? Why are those people chasing and killing you? What are your parents doing? Why do you go out for a night walk alone in a girl's family? Why do those people chase and kill you? For money? For sè? Are they robbers? Oh yes, I am fortunate to have me today, otherwise you would be really in trouble." ”

In order to cope with the interrogation, when he entered the house, Lin Yu had already prepared a lot of rhetoric. Who knew that after this person saved himself, he didn't even ask a word, and he didn't have the slightest emotion. He only thanked him for his help, and went to sleep when he was full.

"It's like a pig!" Lin Yu muttered dissatisfiedly.

Girls are like that, she will be very annoying when she meets a chattering guy, but when she meets someone she is interested in is so silent and ignores herself, she will also feel like she is being belittled. Lin Yu muttered twice dissatisfied, and suddenly found that his stomach was also muttering together. She hesitated, Wan'er smiled, picked up the small bowl in front of her, and drank the porridge gently.

I don't know if it's because I'm hungry, this bowl of porridge is very sweet. After eating, she gently rested the bowl on the ground, leaned against the corner, covered the blanket, and gradually fell asleep with her kimono.

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